The black textured pen turned around the fingertips, shaking out the afterimage, which seemed dazzling. The deep ink eyes reflected Wen Chen's shadow slightly shattered. Wen Heng's tone was gentle, but it was particularly sharp. "When will the illegitimate child be worthy of speaking in front of me?"

"I'll call you brother, don't think you can really do anything to me." Wen Chen looked ugly and gritted his teeth, "You have to know..."

Before Wen Chen finished speaking, the doctor reached out and pulled off the tie impatiently, buckled his white fingers on the black tie, the color was cold and abstinent, the movements were a bit sluggish, and the arrogant and arrogant. When the long eyelashes drooped slightly, the pupils were very dark, and the curve of the ends of the eyes was violent, "Get out."

Wen Chen's remaining words were stuck in his throat, not knowing whether he should say it or not.

He looked calm, threw down a sentence, and then turned around and left: "Wen Heng, wait for me."

An extremely low lazy sneer came from behind.

Nine:15 am.

The psychological clinic welcomed a guest.

He is a tall and thin man named Zhao Zhao. His eyebrows and eyes are always gloomy, and he is covered with an indelible smell of blood. However, after seeing Wen Heng, he politely shouted: "Doctor Wen."

Wen Heng held a smile without warmth on his thin lips, and the gentleman nodded.

"Since we are here, let's continue." The doctor casually threw down the pen in his hand and stood up slowly.

"I feel like I've really gotten much better in the past few months, especially at this time, I'm very relaxed." Zhao Zhao licked his lips, his expression uncontrollable joy, "Thank you so much, Dr. Wen!"

Wen Heng casually pulled up the curtains of the psychological room, completely covering the light coming from the window. The curtains were dark, and when there was no light penetrated, the layout of the room always seemed a little dim.

His eyebrows and eyes were hidden in the darkness, and he couldn't see them clearly. He saw half of his thin lips curled up and heard him say, "You have to be polite."

"It should." Wen Heng was not too slow to speak, and he had a warm and slutty spirit on his body, and there was a dangerous atmosphere that was difficult to control.

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The night in the city came quietly, and the night was filled with light, and a crescent moonlight shone brightly in the air.

Sun Lu just got off work from the company. Her house was close to the company and she walked back every night. Looking at the vast night ahead, Sun Lu pursed her lips, clenched her hands, and walked faster.

A figure passed by her.

Sun Lu didn't notice it at all and still walked forward quickly.

The figure was contrary to Sun Lu, and it was in a completely opposite direction, and the distance was getting farther and farther.

After walking a few steps, the man stopped, his eyebrows and eyes as cold as fresh snow.

It's dyed white.

She lowered her eyes and played with a white cell phone in her hand, which she had just gotten.

From Sun Lu.

The long fingers of dyed white tapped the phone screen and tapped it. The light on the screen reflected her clear and snow-colored eyebrows.

A chuckle sounded in the night wind, clear and lazy.

The movements of the white white pause were slightly paused.

Not far away, the tall and tall young man leaned against the street lamp, still wearing a light white windbreaker. This time he put on it, but there was no buttoning, the shirt was clean and white, the hem was tied around his waist, and the long legs overlapped with each other, as elegant as a nobleman.

At this time, he looked at the strip white with interest, and the golden silk glasses refracted the light, and he could clearly see his light brown clear eyes, as if he had a erratic smile.

Ranbai's eyes collided with him.

"I really didn't expect it." The light and shadow cast by the street lights shattered on his shoulders, casting long and oblique shadows. His eyes as bright as amber were shallow, and the light was cast in it and disappeared in an instant. He was teasing tone: "We, the forensic doctors who have always been serious, will do such things."

There was a distance between the two of them not far or near, and there was a constant stream of people in the middle, with eyes intertwined in the air.

The young forensic doctor who was completely witnessed was still holding a cell phone in his hand. Even so, his expression did not change at all. He was very cold and desireless. He ignored Wei Ran and walked forward.

When the forensic doctor passed by him, Wei Ran tilted his head, his long eyelashes fell from the light of the street lamp, and his pupils were shimmering. His fair fingers pulled the white sleeves lightly and heavy, and he was lazy and gentle: "I witnessed the crime scene of a young lady. Isn't it a bit unreasonable to ignore me?"

The white steps stopped there, standing in the shadow of the street lights, and looked coldly at his ripped sleeve.

"Why? The forensic doctor wants to hit me again?" He noticed Ranbai's gaze, Wei Ran chuckled briefly, narrowed his eyes slightly, a little careless, leaned over and approached the woman slightly, with a small shadow dropping down from his long eyelashes, his tone as if he was complaining, and a little joking: "You've been red before."

The young forensic doctor completely ignored Wei Ran's words, moved his thin lips lightly, and his tone was cold: "Get out of the way."

When she finished speaking, she pulled out her sleeves from her fingers, solemnly smoothed the slightly wrinkles on it, and her meticulous and solemn attitude was difficult to get close to.

"So fierce?" Weiran raised his eyebrows lightly, smiled lazyly, looked at the figure walking forward, relied on his height and long legs, and chased him a few steps, walked beside the forensic doctor, and apologized with a good attitude: "Okay. I admit I'm joking."

He said: "If our forensic doctor hadn't been to investigate the case, how could he have got his cell phone?"

"Can you shut up?" Ranbai looked at the well-dressed and elegant young man, and said coldly.

Weiran seemed to have considered it seriously, and then regretfully gave an answer: "I am very forgiving, I'm afraid I can't."

This man looks gentle and elegant and gentle.

But in fact, it is vaguely revealed and scattered in the bones, which is fascinating.

Ranbai asked Lengqing: "Since that's the case, can the store manager explain why you are here."

"W.r. The fairy tale is nearby, so it shouldn't be strange for me here." Weiran smiled gentlely, with a clear look like a teacher who walked out of an ancient painting. "So the forensic doctor cared about me so much?"

He murmured softly, with a contradictory confusion in his warmth, and he seemed to be smiling: "A little moved."

The young forensic doctor suddenly stopped. Her eyes were beautiful, with peach blossom eyes. It was supposed to be a little demonic, but it was suppressed by such a cold and solemn aura. Her pupils were slightly dark, like a thin layer of glass light, reflecting a cold light.

Weiran blinked his left eye lightly and stopped.

The two looked at each other in the night.

"Then please be moved by the store manager." She spoke: "Also, don't follow me."

Weiran stood there and watched the forensic doctor leave.

He narrowed his light-colored eyes slightly, his slender and fair fingers bent against the corners of his bewitching lips, covering the warm and dangerous curves. His pupil color precipitated with a beautiful and deep color, and the light and shadow were fleeting in it, and the playful and interesting color had not faded.
Chapter completed!